Porthcawl Nights - a poem

Here's a poem I wrote in 2002 that came third in the Pontypool Poet of the Year competition.

Porthcawl Nights

The summer air, cold and damp

Porthcawl nights in a caravan camp

As we walked together on the sand

We chased the sunset hand in hand.

On rocks watching passing ships

You talked of poverty and politics

You had to wake me from my snoring

Because I found you so dead boring.

Trips to gardens of rainbow flowers

Your poetry rambling on for hours

I was so glad when Saturday came

When you waved goodbye from your valley train.

You were my friend but I found you a bore

I went back to my home and saw you no more

To your letters I sent back no replies

Always out when you phoned - or so somebody lied.

Now you're a singer with a famous band

You left our valley for a faraway land

I can only imagine how dull I must seem

Now you're the hero of a million dreams.

copyright 2002, 2016